Is it real, my imagination?
Or is it playing the heavy role of a masquerade?
The pain, it has to be. But you wouldn’t know
It will sting you too one day because
If there’s one thing every
Person feels, it is
In whatever amount it might be, but
You see I’m not a liar
As much as you can’t help me.
Because even if it is my imagination, it
Is my pain.
And I don’t want to be healed
My life will have its own ironies, and
My pain is something you will not
I have found my source
Of Comfort. And I don’t
Because you see, if you think
I’m lying, how do I know
For sure that you’re not?
But to put you on an honor roll by
Writing about you would be blasphemy.
So this is for all those
Who understood my
And helped to heal my mind
So it can heal
x EdgyShark x